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And you listen. At least mostly.

Many peoples words, I just 'own' it, as the children say.

Happy wife, happy life as they say. Look at you being hip and cool like the kids. Be there in five minutes.

I think Powder would disagree.

I'm in my office. Let me know if the guards give you any trouble. [It's not the first time Vander has visited him, and the Enforcers haven't given him guff in a long time, but even after a few years he doesn't entirely trust that things will go smoothly.]

She's at that age. She also disagrees whenever I kiss you in public. It's adorable you think the guards will give me trouble. I brought them gifts.

[He didn't have trouble and he was true to his word on the timing of his arrival as well. He and Silco could be a package deal in the ivory tower.]

[Silco doesn't bother responding to Vander's latest text, knowing that he'll be here soon. He also doesn't bother looking up from the file he's reading when the door to his small (by counsel standards) office opens.]

I see the Enforcers accepted your bribe.

[Vander doesn't knock, never had even when there were meetings. He just walked in, filling the doorway briefly before entering the large office by Zaunite standards. He had a bag in hand and a smile on his face as he shut the door behind him with a foot and proceeded forward.]

They even laughed at my joke.

[He set the paper bag on the desk and moved around so he could loom over Silco and peer at the file of important business, hand moving to settle affectionately on the other man's shoulder while the other propped up on the back of Silco's luxurious chair.]

You're looking far less hangry than I was expecting. Either that's a good file, or you lured me here for the company. [Vander no.]

Clearly we need new guards. [There's no real bite in Silco's voice. He sits back in his chair, straightening his spine with a groan, careful not to jostle Vander's hand. The weight feels nice. Grounding.

He makes no move to hide the papers from Vander's gaze. They aren't secret, but even if they were he wouldn't care. They don't hide anything from each other anymore.]

Oh I'm very 'hangry', as you put it, but lucky for you you happen to bring the solution to that problem. [Looking up, Silco gives Vander a small, lopsided smile]

Maybe they should hire some Zaunites. Bodyguards at least take their jobs seriously. No joking allowed. [He smirked. He didn't care all that much where they met up, but it was always a pleasure to find himself in Silco's company, good mood or bad.

He made a soft 'ah' sound, winking in the face of that smile. It warmed his chest every single time, and he couldn't hold the bigger warm smile off of his face. He leaned down and kissed the top of Silco's head.]

Well, in that case, let me not keep you from a good meal any longer. [He moved to open the paper bag and pull out meal containers from the bar that made transport easy, and laid out the bounty on the desk.] You get started. I'm grabbing a seat.

[He moved off to the other side of the desk to pull a chair around to settle it next to Silco's. He hardly fit in them, but it was worth the squeeze.]

[While the normal chairs provided wouldn't have been comfortable for Vander, Silco made sure to remove the arms on a couple of them. It's not perfect, but it's better than having to squeeze.

He doesn't need to be told twice, already digging in when Vander pulls his seat around. Eyes close as he savors the first fork full of noodles.]

You'd think with all that money, someone in Piltover would learn how to cook with spices.

[He eased into the chair and crossed one leg over the other as the other man dug into the food. They both recalled a time when food was scarce and appetites were vapid from the toxins where they lived. Every time he could convince Silco to eat even remotely close to a normal amount of food, he considered it a win.]

They do, it's called salt and pepper. Just because you have higher standards when it comes to your palate doesn't mean you should shun them. It just means you need to host one of those fancy uptight parties and show off food to them.

[That would never happen. Piltover high society parties seemed like torture just from the description alone. He'd take a bar fight any day.]

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